Thanks for the laugh!
You and Beren have inspired the poet in me. Actually, I might incorporate some of this into
Poor Tommy Dimplechin, which I can't seem to finish because Brady won't stop being Brady.
Tommy you have had your day!
Won't you kindly go away?
Tommy, just because of you
The NFL wussified the rules.
Burn the tapes, alter the balls,
Don't touch Tommy!
He'll catewaul.
Let him tuck, let him kick,
Let him flop - he makes me sick.
Let him holler "Go f___ yourself"
At coaches on the opposite bench.
You pulled it off because you're you;
In former days that wouldn't do.
Back then they'd shut you up real fast
With a great big mouthful of man-sized fist.
Won't you kindly go away?
The game you played
And have betrayed
Is is less than 'twas
Before you came.
I said it once, I await the day:
Tommy, Tommy, go away.
